EPISODE 2 The King Who Claimed Me
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The moment his eyes met mine, the world stopped breathing.
The Beast King stood at the edge of the mating grounds like a living nightmare pulled from legend—tall, broad, wrapped in dark armor scarred by countless battles. His presence crushed the air, forcing every wolf in the arena to bow instinctively.
Every wolf… except Alpha Kael.
My former mate stiffened beside me, jaw clenched, fists tightening as if he could challenge a force of nature.
I couldn’t look away.
Golden eyes—ancient, feral, burning—were locked onto me with terrifying intensity.
Not curiosity.
Not surprise.
Possession.
My wolf whimpered, then surged forward, pressing against my chest so hard it stole my breath.
Mate.
The word echoed in my mind like a forbidden truth.
“No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “That’s not possible.”
The Beast King took a single step forward.
The ground trembled.
“Who dares summon the Blood Moon,” his voice rumbled, deep and lethal, “and reject a gift meant for a king?”
The Elders dropped to their knees instantly.
“Y-Your Majesty,” the head Elder stammered. “We did not summon you. This was a pack rite—”
His gaze never left me.
“Silence.”
The word alone sent a shockwave through the arena.
Then he moved.
Slow. Deliberate.
Each step closer made my heart pound harder, my knees weaker. I could feel his power clawing at my skin, testing me… recognizing me.
He stopped in front of me.
Too close.
Heat radiated from him, overwhelming and intoxicating. My scent—Omega, broken, rejected—hung between us like an open wound.
He inhaled deeply.
And growled.
A low, dangerous sound that vibrated straight through my bones.
“So,” he said softly, dangerously, “you are the one they discarded.”
Alpha Kael stepped forward. “She is nothing to you,” he snapped. “An Omega without value. Leave our pack grounds.”
The Beast King turned his head slowly.
The air went deathly cold.
“You rejected her,” he said. Not a question. A sentence.
“Yes,” Kael replied stiffly. “And I stand by—”
The Beast King moved faster than sight.
One moment Kael was standing.
The next, he was slammed into the stone wall of the arena, lifted by his throat.
Gasps and screams erupted.
“You do not get to decide her worth,” the King growled, eyes blazing. “Especially when the Moon herself bound her soul to mine.”
My breath hitched violently.
Bound… to him?
The King released Kael, letting him collapse in a heap.
Then he turned back to me.
I should have been terrified.
I was.
But beneath the fear… something else burned.
Safety.
Strength.
Belonging.
He knelt before me.
A King kneeling before a rejected Omega.
The crowd fell into stunned silence.
“You were cast aside,” he said, voice suddenly quieter. “Broken by those unworthy of you.”
His hand lifted—huge, scarred—and hovered inches from my cheek.
“Look at me.”
I did.
The moment our eyes locked, the bond snapped into place.
Not fragile.
Not hesitant.
It slammed into me like a storm.
My wolf howled in ecstasy.
Tears streamed down my face as warmth flooded every broken piece of my soul.
“You are mine,” the Beast King declared, loud enough for every wolf to hear.
“Not by pity. Not by mercy.”
His thumb brushed my skin, igniting fire through my veins.
“But by fate.”
Gasps turned into screams.
“No!” Alpha Kael roared from the ground. “She’s my—”
“Was,” the King corrected coldly.
“Now she is my Queen.”
He stood, pulling me effortlessly into his arms.
The world tilted.
And as his mark burned itself into my skin, I realized something terrifying and wonderful at the same time—
Being rejected was not my curse.
It was my awakening.
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